Chp 52:Tickles

Lucas POV:

His eyes fluttered open when I patted his head with my free hand. He instantly stopped what he was doing and retracted from me.

He held his hands over his mouth and looked betrayed. He gasped heavily into his hands as if he couldn't breath. With concern rising, I shortened the distance between us, my hand reaching for his cheek.

"Shh shh shh. It okay. You're okay. I'm okay. We're both okay." I repeated to him as I cradled him in close. He soon relaxed his body into me and we sat there for a bit.

The fridge's open door continued to breeze ice cold waves of air at us. I chuckled and kicked the door shut. With the realization that hit me, I felt stupid for a second there.

"You know you could of given me a blood bag, right? They were in the fridge the entire time my silly little kitten." he stated my thoughts aloud.

"Yeah I know, but I panicked a bit when you were on the brink of death." I reinstated. Making sure that he knew not to ever do that again.

"Come on we should tend to those new injuries you've collected." He chuckled whilst patting my arm to let him go.

I only tightened my grasp. "No. If I let you go, you'll disappear again." I whined, kissing him all over his face.

"Then we can hold hands the entire way to the bathroom if you'd like?"

I agreed and held his hand as he helped me back up from the ground. And continued to hold hands the entire time. Blood dribbled from my wrist and droplets landed on the floor. 'Oopsie!'

We made it to the bathroom and I was told to get in the bath, so I did as told. He cleaned, treated and dressed my wounds. "All good as new!" Evan beamed, causing me to smile from his contagiousness.

He carried me back to bed in a princess carry, I could feel his warm body. His skin had its natural color back and I could no longer see his bones. A smile couldn't help but stay on my face whenever Evan was around. God I missed him.

Those hours I spent in that place were hell. Not because of the physical pain I felt, although that was horrendous. It was more of the emotional detachment I felt from being away from Evan, all alone.

I was terrified of never seeing Evan again. That what if I never made it outside back to Evan? What if I never saw anyone ever again? But all my worries were taken aback when Evan came to rescue me, although he ended up getting captured too. He still came, and comforted me. Him being there eased all of the tension piling up on top of me.

Evan gently placed me on the bed like I was some antique doll that would smash into a million pieces if treated poorly. He kissed my forehead tenderly and tucked me into bed.

I giggled at the affection he showed, treating me like a child.

I caught Evan's attention when I laughed. He turned his head in an instant. "What so funny?" He smirked.

"Nothing." I said as conspicuously as possible, intriguing Evan further.

He rose an eyebrow and I giggled some more. I felt like a crazed school girl, getting a buzz from teasing a boy in her class.

"Ohh."

Evan leaned in closer to my face, towering over me as I laid on the bed. He tackled me as I attempted escape, tickling me to death.

I tried to hold in my laughter but came bursting out in a matter of seconds. I squealed and squirmed for release.

"Ahhahahaha.. let me...hahahah go!"

I pleaded.

"Nope." He stated bluntly with a chuckle.

He tickled me untill I tapped the bed with my hand, saying I've had enough. He let me go and smirked.

"Don't think you can tease me, my kitty."

I chuckled and nodded in obedience. He snuggled close to me and spooned me from behind.

"Night Evan." I chirped.

"Goodnight my kitty."